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George’s hands were slippery against the wet bark of the tree, grasping at it with his fingertips as he slid onto the ground. His boots muddy and his back pressed against the tree.

One of his hands went up to clasp over his mouth in an attempt at silencing himself, right before a nervous, light giggle managed to slip out of him. He could feel his hot, somewhat shaky breathing hit the palm of his cold hand.
He shut his eyes for a moment, focusing on sharpening his hearing onto his surroundings. He listened to the soft, pattering sound of the few droplets that remained from the rain, hitting leaves and mud. Along with birds chirping, as if they were holding their own personal celebration that the previous morning rain has passed.

He swallowed hard, trying to calm his own breathing, along with his speeding heartbeat. It was so loud, making it hard for him to focus on much else.

That was until he heard the voice he was more familiar with than any other, calling out for him. The sudden sound causing a chill to run down his spine,

“Oh, Georgeeee..”

He pressed his back against the tree behind him, trying to make himself as small as possible as he hid behind it. He shut his eyes as a slight giggle almost escaped him, one he quickly swallowed back as he tried his best to keep quiet.
He attempted to recall how the voice had sounded just now, how far off it had been. How far away was he?

He opened his eyes, his gaze shifting. Taking in the scenery in front of him. He recognized this place well, the entire forest was starting to feel so familiar to him at this point. It was truly starting to feel like home.

The sun was beaming down, warming up the land after the rain. It’s rays casted a gorgeous light onto the green grass in front of George’s shoes, making it look like it would be soft to touch.

Right as he was sat there taking in the scenery in front of him, his ears suddenly focused on what went on behind him. He was hearing footsteps. Quick ones, sprinting through the mud. Somewhat heavy steps, along with the faint sound of heavy breathing.

It sounded like he was close now.

George looked to his side, contemplating glancing over his hiding spot just to get a grasp of how close he was, how much time he had before he had no choice but to run again.

“Come here, Georgeee..”

George bit back another giggle, placing one hand onto the muddy, slippery ground next to him as he leaned to the side. As he kept his back pressed to the bark behind him, he peeked one eye out from behind the tree.

There he was. Dream. Walking with a sword in one hand, gaze scouring the forest.

He was still quite far away, but not far enough.

George had to run.

Pressing his back against the tree once again, he tipped his head back and exhaled. Gathering strength, courage. Feeling nerves and excitement rushing through his entire body.

Then, with a hard grip on his own sword, he pushed himself up on his feet.
And without looking back, he began to run again.

Dodging trees and ducking below branches, he ran the fastest he could. Trying hard not to slip on the slippery, wet mud below his boots. The sound far too loud for his liking every time his heel would hit the ground.

“Oh Georgeeeee! I see you, Georgee!”

Oh fuck.

He’d spotted him.

He could hear the excited tint in his voice, something he found easy to spot at this point.

George couldn’t hold back the small giggle that escaped him in that moment, an excited thrill rushing through him from the very feeling of being chased. Trying to quickly swallow it down as his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest at any second.

He picked up his sprint with speed he didn’t even know he had, his legs starting to feel numb as he ran through the woods that felt never ending for a while.

“Come here Georgeeee!!”

He let out a sound that was a mix between laughter and a scream, shouting out,

“Dreeeam!!”

As he felt a spike of adrenaline rushing through him from being chased.

But right at that moment, George took one slightly wrong step, his boot slipping against the mud and before he knew it he was falling to the ground with a scream falling from his lips.

He let out a groan as he landed on his back, the ground strangely soft below him. It didn’t hurt as badly as he thought it would, but it definitely slowed him down.

He could hear the hint of teasing laughter in his voice this time as Dream called out,

“George!!”

Feeling rushed to get back up on his feet to get away from Dream, George began to prop himself up on his elbows.

But unfortunately, he wasn’t fast enough.

He didn’t even know how he got to him so fast, but in an instant the sound of Dream’s boots digging into the mud as he came to an abrupt halt was loud next to him. Followed by his sword pointing right at George’s chest.

He looked up at Dream through his lashes, hearing he was equally as out of breath as George was behind that mask he wore. The drawn on smiley staring down blankly at him.

“You lost, George.”

George held his gaze on his mask for a moment, a stubborn annoyance within him wanting to refuse the fact.

His gaze then shifted, and he got an idea.

Quickly, he moved his right foot, hooking it around Dream’s ankle before pulling on it.

It worked better than he thought it would.

Dream immediately lost his balance, dropping his sword to the ground as he fell right onto George.

George let out a huff as he was hit by the larger, taller blonde. Feeling almost suffocated below him before Dream placed both hands on each side of him, lifting himself up.

“What the hell, George-“

“You lost.”

George said, looking up at the masked man on top of him.

“What?!”

He had to bite back a smile at Dream’s offended tone.

“Take off your mask. Face me like a real Dream.”

He then said, gaze focused on the smiley drawn onto the mask.

He was bothered by the cold, lifeless material coming in between them. He wanted to be able to see Dream’s face.

There were very few people who’d actually gotten to see his face, but when he was alone with George, he’d sometimes take the mask off.

Not always, but sometimes.

George had almost expected Dream to ignore his request, as he often did. But to his surprise, Dream moved his hand up, taking the mask off. Discarding it onto the muddy ground next to them before placing his hand next to George’s head again. Staring down at him, stealing George’s breath away.

His face was so different from that mask he always wore everywhere. The mask was cold and always held one singular expression, but Dream’s actual face was nothing like that.
There was a certain warmth to his face. Especially emphasized by the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks, making him look like he was adored by the sun, possessing permanent kisses from it’s rays in such specific spots one would be insane not to think they’d intentionally been placed there one by one.

His brows and eyelashes were a slight shade darker than his hair, with his lashes almost touching his cheeks whenever he had his eyes shut.

As he stared up at Dream, George felt almost compelled to reach up to touch him. Feeling warmth radiating from his face before his fingertips even got the chance to touch his skin.

As he gently placed his hand on Dream’s cheek, he could practically see his gaze softening. Green eyes looking back down at him, such warmth within them as they locked with George’s.

At the same time they held a sort of intensity that would make George’s knees buckle below him if he was standing up. It completely stole his breath away.

It was the type of gaze that made George feel like he had a light pointed right at him, like someone was actually truly seeing him. It made him feel entirely see-through, almost as if he’d been stripped naked right then and there.

It made him want to look away, relieve himself from the intense grasp it had on his entire being. His cheeks burning more and more the longer he held that gaze.

But at the same time, he struggled to actually pull away from it. The feeling he got as he looked into those eyes, was something he wanted to stay in for as long as he could possibly endure it.

For some odd reason, looking into his eyes felt like getting the answer to a question he didn’t even know he’d asked, but had still been waiting for most of his life.

It was Dream who finally broke their eye contact, as his gaze dipped to his lips. A familiar look on his face that didn’t need any introduction at this point.

George knew exactly what was on his mind in that moment.

He tipped his head back slightly, drawing a quick, short breath as his gaze traveled across Dream’s face.

“Ready to surrender, George?”

Dream asked, his voice low. Clearly talking about their little play fight they’d been doing just now, but it was hard not to allow the mind to wander to different places as well.

“I don’t know. Are you?”

George responded, gaze flickering between Dream’s eyes and his lips. Watching a smile blossom there, some teeth showing.

“Just admit defeat, George.”

“Why? I haven’t lost.”

“You haven’t won, either.”

“Have you?”

Dream let out a soft scoff, gaze shifting between George’s eyes and lips. A hunger within his pupils, which looked larger than usual.

Feeling himself begin to grow impatient under that stare, wanting Dream to just act on all the things that were running through his head, George whined,

“Dreeam..”

“What?”

Dream said, lightly biting his bottom lip to prevent his smile from growing any bigger.

George bit his tongue. He wasn’t gonna be the one to say it, he wasn’t gonna make the move. He knew Dream was already thinking it, so couldn’t he just get on with it already?

Seeming like he was able to somehow read his frustration, Dream leaned down a bit closer. This annoying, teasing smile absolutely glued to his lips as he moved one knee up to press right between George’s legs. Causing his breath to hitch as Dream spoke, voice dipping low,

“Do you want something, George?”

George groaned, turning his head to the side as he felt a rush go through him, which then settled into a blush on his cheeks.

“You’re so annoying.”

He answered faintly, feeling his cheeks grow even hotter as Dream pressed even move pressure on his crotch. It made him bite back a moan as he shifted slightly, struggling to hold himself back from responding to the touch.

He then felt one of Dream’s hands move to grab one of his wrists, pinning it down next to him. Hands cold and slightly muddy, something that would’ve grossed George out if he wasn’t in this state.

Instead he whined softly as he shifted impatiently below him. Wanting more of that friction.

“Tell me what you want, George.”

George moved his free hand up to push his hair out of his face, ignoring the bits of mud that would stick to his dark strands. Feeling Dream’s gaze burning into his cheek.

“Look at me, George.”

Dream practically demanded, grip on his wrist tightening.

George contemplated not doing it for a moment, to annoy him and push his buttons by doing the opposite of what he was told.

But then he didn’t really feel like he’d win in that scenario, either.

So, he turned his head the slightest to then gaze up at him through his lashes.

“What do you want, Dream?”

He mumbled, trying to make his tone as monotone as possible.

But as soon as he words slipped out of him, Dream rolled his knee against his crotch and made George give out a far too needy sounding moan.

He shut his eyes and groaned in embarrassment as the blush on his cheeks grew stronger. And he worried for a moment, that Dream was gonna drag this out even further. Ask him to spell it out for him, or something. That teasing smile that danced on his lips truly gave a silent promise of such things, at least.

But Dream took him by surprise, by leaning down to capture his lips.
George’s heart made a leap in his chest, a small sound escaping him as he felt Dream press his lips against his own.
He was quick to respond to the kiss, his free hand to pushing into Dream’s hair.

Dream parted George’s lips with his own, pushing his tongue into his mouth as he put more pressure onto his crotch with his knee. Sending a hot rush through George’s body, making him moan softly into the kiss.

This wasn’t the first time they did this, and it was far from the last. But they were the only ones who knew of this side of their relationship.

When they’re around all of their friends, the people they might even consider family at this point, they put up a front to make it seem like they’re nothing but good friends. Best friends, even.

But whenever they’re alone, off in the forest or late at night when the rest of the world is sleeping, they meet up like this. Explore this big part of their relationship that’s hidden from the rest of the world.

Dream would often say it’s for the best, that if their friends knew they’d also start to notice all the little ways Dream would put George first. All the little things he did for him that he wouldn’t do for anybody else. They’d grow mad if they knew, call it unfair.

Dream was the one their land was named after, at the end of the day. Of course they’d grow jealous of the person that holds his heart. There’s so much power in that. George could ask Dream for anything, and he’d travel to the edge of the universe just to get it for him.

He’d do anything for him.

Yet George rarely ever asked him for anything. Dream provided him with protection, food and armor, more than he did for anyone else, but most of the time it was Dream who wanted to do it. George rarely had to ask for anything.

Dream soon parted from the kiss, before placing another kiss right next to George’s mouth. He then placed another on his cheek, then one on his chin, his forehead, peppering him with kisses all over his face that made George begin to giggle,

“Dream- stop-“

Dream pulled back, looking at him with a warm, loving gaze.

And that look, that exact look right there was reserved for George only. It was a look he gave nobody but him, gazing at him with so much love it almost made George want to squirm away from the intensity of it. Turning his head to the side, his cheeks hot as he mumbled,

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

His tone flustered.

“Because I love you, George.”

He almost groaned at the cheesy tone coming out of Dream, the absolute softness of his words. How genuine he sounded, as if the words came straight from his heart, bypassing his poor functioning speech filters entirely.

George gave a soft huff, feeling hot all over at this point.

“You’re an idiot..”

He mumbled softly, daring a glance at Dream. Finding that beaming smile growing on his lips, one that was more infectious than anything.

George stared at him, unable to tear his gaze away from that smile for a moment.

He could feel his heart ache, with so much love it became a struggle for his body to actually contain it all.

He loved him, too. Loved him more than anyone, more than anything.

If he’d ever lose him, he didn’t know what he’d do with himself.

It was unfortunately a very real thing he had to fear, as well. Dream fought people, Dream engaged with things George wishes he wouldn’t. He gets himself into bad situations, and over and over again George worries himself sick over him. Worries something bad might happen, that he’ll lose the one person that holds his heart with such a tight grip it would be impossible to pry it out of his hands.

“Say it back.”

Dream said, that warm smile still dancing on his lips, eyes shining bright as he held his gaze on George.

“No.”

George said, fighting back a smile of his own.

Dream’s brows raised slightly,

“What? Just say it back, idiot.”

George tipped his head back slightly, holding his silence whilst trying not to smile. Loving how easily he could push Dream’s buttons this way.

“Why do you want me to say it?”

He then mumbled, to which Dream scoffed, before moving one of his hands down to George’s stomach, where he began to tickle him.

George’s back immediately arched off the ground as he let out a shrieked laughter, shouting Dream’s name as he pushed one hand flat against his chest.

“Say it, George! Say you love me!”

“Dream- Dream, stop!”

George got out between laughter, tears forming by his eyes.

And miraculously, Dream stopped.

But as George looked up at him, catching his breath from the insane laughing fit, he found the blond looking up suddenly. Almost as if he’d heard something. That smile from before dissipating slowly as he became aware of their surroundings.

They weren’t exactly well hidden, laying on the ground in the middle of the woods. People often hunt for food around that same area, they might just stumble upon the pair if they’re not more careful.

“We should head back.”

Dream mumbled, moving off of George to get back on his feet.

George held his gaze on the sky above him for a moment longer, not wanting to go back just yet.

A lot of things had been happening to their home lately, more people has started to move in, make changes. One guy in particular is stirring things up, disrupting the peace they once had.

Dream keeps telling him it’s nothing, that he has it under control. That they’ll soon have their land back to how it was. The peace is still there, they’re all a big happy family, and nothing will come in between that.

George trusted him, and hoped things would calm back down soon again. Just like he kept telling him it would.

George reached his hand up, taking the stretched out hand Dream held out for him. The blond then dragged him up onto his feet, making George groan in the process.

A small smile danced on Dream’s lips, as he reached down to pick up their discarded swords that laid on the ground. Handing George’s blade back to him.

“We can go for round two later if you want.”

George gave a scoff, amused by the slight excitement in Dream’s voice as he suggested the idea.

“I don’t know, maybe. Depends on if you’re willing to lose again.”

Dream gave a laugh at that,

“Oh come on. I never lose. I own you in this.”

“You don’t. I win all the time.”

“You only win when I let you win.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is one hundred percent true. You’re the one who started running away this time because I was winning. Just admit it, George. You suck.”

George rolled his eyes,

“No.”

Dream put an arm around his shoulders, as they began to walk back.

“Fine. Win later then, prove me wrong.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

Dream scoffed, but George knew he wasn’t gonna drop this. He’d keep bringing it up and whine about it for the rest of the day until George actually duels him again.

These things happened so often now, George had grown used to it. Was amused by it, even. Cause at the end of the day, if it meant he got to spend more time with Dream, he was always up for it.

One and a half years later.

George woke up, looking around himself. Finding he was outside, in the cold. The sun’s rays beaming down on him, attempting to heat up his skin the best it could.

He’d just had a dream. Although it had felt so real, he struggled to fully comprehend that it had only been a dream.

Dream had been in it. He’d been free, finally out of prison. He’d told him he wanted to blow up Kinoko kingdom, the place George had found a home in ever since Dream had gotten locked up in prison. The place he’d found silent solitude in as everything felt so chaotic, horrible.

Ever since L’manberg got blown up, George had barely been able to go back and look at the disaster that was left.

He heard Dream was there. Caused it, even. Lit the very fuse on the tnt that blew the place up. But it was hard for him to fully picture Dream actually doing that.

The Dream he knew would be horrified of such acts. The Dream he knew would’ve never done such a thing to their land, the land they’d found, and built together.

The place they called home.

Sure, L’manberg was always separate. From the very beginning of it’s creation Dream had refused to call it a part of their country. But to take it as far as blowing the whole place up… George never understood how his Dream could do such a thing.

But suppose he’d started acting different ever since George’s house was griefed. First he built that entire obsidian wall out of pure rage, then the exile happened.

But even after doing all of that, George found Dream was acting.. different. Even when they were alone, just the two of them. A time when he’d usually be so stripped of any persona he’d put up around other people, a point where he could finally be himself entirely.

Even then, he’d act differently. Evasive.
He wouldn’t smile as much, and that warmth in his eyes was replaced by some cold, absent stare.

It worried George, but he kept on hoping he’d soon return to normal. He’d soon be back to how he usually was. The warmth would return to his eyes, same with his laughter.

But as he kept on waiting for his Dream to come back, he found himself getting dethroned by this person instead. The person who’d taken on the appearance of the man he loved so much, the person who didn’t even feel like his Dream anymore.

The day he dethroned him, George couldn’t help but speak the words himself, saying Dream must hate him.

When Dream didn’t protest against it, George felt like someone had put a blade to his chest.

He tried that same night to speak to Dream, when they were all alone. A moment when the two of them would usually be entirely honest with each other, where he gave Dream a chance to tell him why he did all of this.

Perhaps it was all just an act.

Perhaps he had other motives for doing such a thing.

George had hope as he stood facing Dream in the darkness, staring at that cold mask that he’d begun to wear more often than not, even when they were alone together.

“Take your mask off.”

George had said, his words coming out through a slightly weaker tone than intended.

He’d almost expected Dream to refuse, but to his relief he watched the blond move his hands up to undo the mask. Revealing his face to him, and him only.

George let out a breath, always finding comfort in seeing Dream’s face. Even now, as he held that cold look in his eyes, George felt comforted by the familiarity of him and every feature that made up his face.

Dream’s gaze dropped, as George waited for him to explain himself. Tell him he’s sorry, that this whole dethroning was all just a mistake. Or perhaps just something temporary. That he has a reason for all of it.

A reason that wasn’t just that he hated George.

It couldn’t be that.

Right?

Dream looked up at him again, a sadness in his eyes.

“I did what had to be done. You’re not fit to be king, George.”

The words hit him hard, the blade he’d felt previously speared into his heart now twisting, and twisting.

“What?”

He spoke, feeling like he must be in some strange sort of nightmare, or something.

Dream would never-

Did he actually think these things of him?

“Okay I didn’t mean to- I- I just think our land is better off without your rulership. Alright? George? You- you can’t- I mean you’re meant to be a neutral king, but then you supported Mexican L’manberg, after all that we went through with- you’re- you’re just not fit to rule. Eret, on the other hand, is a much better king, who’s clearly more fit to rule. You’re just too…”

Dream drifted off, seemingly unable to finish whatever he was about to say. Looking to the side as he let out a frustrated sigh.

George stared at him, feeling every word hit him like a hard slap to the face. He wanted Dream to take it all back, to tell him he’s just joking, or something.

But as he fell silent, and no attempts at taking his words back were made, George let out a faint huff. Gaze dropping, eyes stinging as he tried not to cry.

He really didn’t want to break in front of him, it felt far too embarrassing. Not after those words.

“You hate me.”

George said quietly, unable to hold back the tear that slipped down his cheek as he uttered the words. His hand quickly going up to brush it off his cheek.

“George- stop saying that word. Listen, I care about you. You’re just not meant to be king.”

George turned his head to the side, struggling to look at him in that moment. Feeling hurt. Hating how he still wasn’t denying it.

When Dream first made him king, he felt so, so excited. To rule their country alongside Dream as his knight, it felt perfect. It was exactly how it was supposed to be. From the very moment they founded this land together, that’s the exact position he wanted to be in.

George remained silent for a moment, hoping Dream would suddenly come to his senses and take everything back. Assure him that he doesn’t hate him, make everything better again.

But Dream didn’t say anything, either. And eventually, the silence began to hurt more than the words he’d just thrown at him.

George finally looked back at Dream again, right as he was putting his mask back on.

“I just don’t think you’re fit to rule, George. That’s it.”

Dream mumbled once again, making George nod as he sniffled. Trying to swallowing back tears, pain. His gaze dropping.
It was hard to look at Dream as he didn’t even feel like his Dream anymore.

Whoever this guy was, George wanted nothing to do with him.

The only thing he wanted to do was to grab him and yell at him to bring his Dream back, the one who would kill the man who dared saying such things to George.

The one who’d sworn to be George’s knight, proudly carrying the title everywhere he went.

The one who kissed him every night, and smiled at him as if he’d hung the damn moon himself.

George turned his back to him, before he began to walk off. Not wanting to speak any further with this man. This impostor.

That was the last time he ever saw Dream. At least the real Dream. Nowadays, he dreams of him all the time. But it was never the real him.

The real Dream went onto cause even more war and mayhem, things that George stayed out of as much as he could. He began to sleep through things, important events and other stuff. Avoiding being a part of anything that went on around him.

Before he knew it he began to hear whispers of a planned attack to take Dream down. He was even invited to join them, but he decided against it.

Instead, he slept in that day. Laying in bed and dreaming of fields as far as the eye could reach, running barefoot in the grass as Dream ran after him. Both of them laughing so much it made George’s stomach ache. The sun beaming down on their warm faces, the rays dusting a few more freckles onto Dream’s skin.

George screamed out Dream’s name as the blond tackled him to the ground, the grass soft underneath them as George was pinned down. Making him giggle, biting his bottom lip in excitement as he looked up at Dream. Anticipating what he’d do next.

Dream smiled back down at him, gaze dropping to his lips. He then dipped down to capture them. Kissing him so softly, so lovingly, it almost brought tears to George’s eyes.

He reached up to touch his face, his warm skin. He felt so alive, so full of love and life.

George was woken up abruptly from that dream, by Sapnap shaking him awake. Telling him they’d put Dream in prison.

That had been a year ago now. And ever since, his dreams would keep on coming. They’d sometimes be loving, warm. A lot taken from real life memories he had with Dream.

But some would be more strange. Some didn’t even make any sense to him, even after waking up.

He’d also find himself begin to dream of a… god. A man who took on the appearance of Dream, but had no trace of humanity inside of him.
He didn’t understand how humans work, so George would sometimes try to teach him these things. It was often in exchange for things, items. Stuff that had been stolen from George long ago, things that Dream had given to him and he had no clue on how to obtain on his own.

The dreams were strange, and often seemed to bleed into real waking life in strange ways.

But this dream he’d just had, was one of the strangest ones so far.

Dream was out of prison, but the first thing he asked of him was for them to go destroy Kinoko kingdom together. He wanted them to be a team, like old times.
There was a part of George that felt a familiar pull in that moment, wanting to join him and be a team. Finally be on Dream’s side and fight alongside him after they’d been apart for what felt like forever.

But it was Kinoko Dream wanted to destroy. That was George’s home. The place he’d found comfort in whilst Dream had been gone, leaving him all alone in the land that was supposed to be theirs.

Destroying it didn’t feel right.

He didn’t want to destroy it.

So, he tried convincing Dream to go do something else with him. Unite against someone else, anything but that, really.

But Dream was set on his plan, and when George refused he kept pushing it, asking him,

“Are you with me, or are you against me, George?!”

That cold mask staring at him as he had full armor on, a shield in one hand and an axe in the other.

George tried to calm him down for a moment, but as he found Dream wasn’t gonna budge, he turned his back to him and began to run.

George gasped as he felt an arrow hit him in the back, something that brought him to his knees. Hand immediately going to the front of his chest where he’d been pierced.

He’d gotten hurt in dreams before, but this felt… different. Worse, than anything he’d ever experienced before.

And more importantly, as soon as the arrow hit him, something sort of snapped within him. Something that caused him to turn around and kill Dream. Put a blade through his chest, taking the life of the only person he’s ever truly loved.

After that he began to destroy the entire land, the place they’d built together. Their home.

He blew up everything, lit trees on fire, destroyed homes, killed animals and set everything in his path ablaze. He killed friends without thinking twice of it, acting ruthlessly, as if he didn’t possess a heart.

Eventually he met the god that carried Dream’s appearance, and he killed him too. Driving a blade through his heart, causing a sound that vibrated through the ground, all around him.

A part of him was relieved to find it had just been a dream when he woke up. It almost brought him to tears as he realized Dream wasn’t actually dead, and all of that had been nothing but a nightmare.
He also felt relieved to see the structures and homes were still intact. His friends were still alive, and none of them had actually lost their lives from having his blade spear through them. To see all of the animals still alive felt like a relief as well.

But another part of him felt… upset. It had been liberating in a way, to set everything ablaze. He’d felt so excited, to start fresh again. A blank slate.
He was ready to rebuild it all, to have another chance at a peaceful, happy land. No more wars, no more possessions that made people grow mad with destruction.

Everyone seemed to have this one thing that would tick them off if someone else took it from them. Attachments, making them weak to others.

George knew his attachment had been Dream. Probably still was. Might’ve even been why he set everything ablaze when Dream shot an arrow through his heart in that dream.

After wandering around for a moment, taking a look at their land and seeing things were still intact, George decided to walk off into the forest. Hunt for food, that sort of thing.

He was starving, as he’d been sleeping for… god, he didn’t even know how long. Perhaps days.

He didn’t do much more than sleep these days, it was hard to find the motivation to do much else. His heart had been torn from his chest about a year ago, and he hadn’t been able to recover to his former self ever since.

On his way to the forest, George passed the massive prison. The cold looking, dark structure, holding his heart locked up behind walls upon walls of obsidian and lava.

Sapnap had told him Dream was gonna be in there for life, and that it was inescapable.

George had scoffed at that word. Inescapable.
Nothing was inescapable for Dream. He always managed to find a way out.

If he’s still in there, it’s by choice. George felt convinced of it. If he would’ve wanted to escape, he would’ve done it by now.

He tore his gaze away from the horrid structure, walking off towards the forest instead. Bow and arrows strapped to his back.

It was early morning, the woods looking almost magical under the morning rays of the sun, like it always did. At nighttime, the forest felt like a difficult maze to navigate. But as soon as the sun peeked out, it became a beautiful scenery filled with life and fresh air.

Birds chirped happily around him, and he could hear the faint sound of small branches and twigs getting broken below the footsteps of some animal that was probably far more afraid of him than he could ever fear them.

His ears picked up on every sound, the same way his nose took notice of every subtle scent in the air as the wind brushed past him, gently sweeping through his hair.
He knew to fear some of the sounds, to always be watchful of them. One could never fully trust what lurked in the woods.

But he couldn’t help but feel comforted by the scent of the woods, as it reminded him of Dream. He held such a similar scent himself, one that smelled like warmth, safety. Sunshine and… comfort.

Home, was the first word that came to mind.

He always longed for that scent, especially when he walked through the forest.

As he navigated the forest, he stumbled upon a small, familiar river. One he’d passed many times before.

Suddenly feeling a bit thirsty at the sound of running water, George began to take out the water battle he’d brought along with him, wanting to take the opportunity to refill it.
The river was also a great location to hunt close to, as animals would often be nearby, looking to clench their thirst as much as he did. Animals are smart that way, staying nearby the food and water they need to survive.

But he was smarter.

He made his way to the riverbank, walking with light, careful steps just in case any animal was nearby.

He got down on one knee next to the water, then proceeded to uncap his water bottle, before he began to refill it. Finding the spot where the water ran the clearest, seemed to be the cleanest.

After refilling the entire thing, he gulped down about half of it before refilling his bottle once again. He then capped it and put it back into his bag, alert gaze looking around him to see if he’d spot any other animals nearby.

And luck seemed to be on his side, as he glanced to his right, finding a small bunny leaning down to drink from the water.

His gaze flickered, trying not to look at it for too long as he took his bow and arrow out. His heart clenched having to do this, hunt such a small, cute animal felt wrong in his entire being.

George knew how to hunt, from early age he’d been taught how to do so. But for as long as he’d known Dream, he’d found himself happily relying on him to take care of the worst parts of it. Killing cute looking animals didn’t seem to be as difficult for Dream as it was for George.

When Dream went away, George had to go back to relying on the training he’d been given to hunt, fight and survive on his own. Despite not liking having to do all of those things, it did serve him quite well as he was stripped from the protection Dream had previously provided him with.

Rabbits, especially, had become an expertise of his. He’d managed to get better at it than some of the other hunters of their land, even. It was all about focus, to figure out the pattern of the animal. See where it would take it’s next step, not where it had just been.

He also used his hearing a lot, having that to his advantage. He’d been blessed with a sharp hearing ever since birth, and was able to hear sounds better than most people. At early age it almost felt like a curse, always overhearing things he shouldn’t, listening to the footsteps of unknown animals creeping outside his window at night. It wasn’t like he could turn it off, either.

But in these circumstances, he was thankful for his hearing. It had come in handy many times, not just during hunting but for his own overall protection as well.

Keeping his gaze on the rabbit, George shut one eye, drawing his bow taut. Inhaling with a slight shake to it. He then held his breath, focusing on the rabbit. Calculating the moves it was about to take.

Parting his lips, his fingertips holding onto the arrow. About to release it as he mumbled under his breath,

“Sorry,”

Before firing off the arrow.

But somehow, right before it hit the unsuspecting rabbit, the sound of rustling bushes was heard from behind George. The animal looked up, quick reflexes causing it to move away, dodging the arrow just by a hair.

It then ran off, into some bushes. Causing George to groan and rub his face in frustration.
He’d been so close, how did that miss?

“George.”

He’d never moved so fast before, drawing a new arrow as he turned around to immediately aim it at whoever had uttered his name just now.

He then froze. Staring, almost as if he was afraid this hallucination he was looking at would go away the moment he blinked.

Cause it had to be a hallucination. A dream.

Actually, was he still dreaming? Maybe he never woke up.

It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened, where he thought he’d woken up to find himself still within a dream.

He watched the man in front of him take a step closer to him, holding his hands up. George’s gaze shifted to his hands, taking in their bruised state. They looked rough, cuts and scars all over.

George swallowed. This was different from anything he’d ever dreamt of before.

“DreamXD?”

George asked carefully, knowing the god liked to take on the appearance of the man he loved so much.

“What?”

The man responded, carrying Dream’s voice. Yet.. there was something slightly more.. raspy, about it. Almost as if it hadn’t been used in a long while.

George’s gaze drifted, taking in his exterior. The armor he wore, looking to be in a better condition than he seemed to be in. His hair was long, too. Almost at shoulder’s length, some of it hanging over the mask that covered his face.

That mask, still the same as ever yet now more broken, battered. A large crack going through it.

“…Dream?”

George asked, voice wavering slightly. His heart picking up speed in his chest.

It was hard for him to actually dare to hope this was the Dream he knew, standing in front of him. Not just someone taking on his appearance, or a dream version of him. But actual, real life Dream.

“Yeah?”

Dream responded, making George’s breath hitch slightly. Still somewhat in disbelief.

“Take your mask off.”

He ordered, trying to hold himself together. Keeping the bow strung, aimed right at him.

He watched the scarred hands move up, undoing the mask before slowly taking it off. Allowing it to fall to the ground, causing a soft thud as it hit the grass.

George stared, feeling absolutely speechless.

It was him. It was actually him.

But god, did he look different.

His face had scars all over, one large scar going across his left eye. He looked like… a completely different person.

But his eyes.. as he looked up at George, there he was.

That was his Dream.

A truly exhausted looking version of him, but there it was. That special light that only belonged to him.

George lowered the bow and arrow, as he carefully began to step forward. Getting closer to the man before him.

“Dream..”

George said quietly, staring at him with a sort of disbelief.

“Did you miss me?”

Dream asked, a smile quickly grazing his lips. A faint, familiar cockiness to his attitude.

“It’s been… a year. You’ve been gone for.. over a year.”

Dream’s gaze dropped and George took a few steps closer,

“Why didn’t you break out of there sooner, Dream?”

Dream’s gaze snapped back up to look at George again.

“I couldn’t.”

“What do you mean, you couldn’t? You’re Dream.”

“Yeah. And? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means- it means you always figure things out. You’re… smart.”

Dream gave a huff, fighting back a smile from hearing George call him smart.

“And I built that prison, George. I made it inescapable.”

“Couldn’t you have built some sort of exit only you knew, then?”

“I thought I had one but it didn’t exactly work out.”

George huffed, allowing a tense silence to take place between them as he took another step closer to Dream. Getting a better look at the cuts and scars on his face.

“You look… different.”

He said, one of his hands going up to touch Dream’s face, have a closer look at him.

Dream flinched as soon as he touched him, a response George had never witnessed from him before. It made him hesitate, a cold chill running through him from seeing Dream in this state.

“Sorry.”

Dream mumbled quietly, gaze avoiding George’s.

“Who did this to you, Dream?”

George asked, his gaze roaming over his face as his thumb carefully brushed his cheek. The shared touch sending a familiar tingling spark through them both. Something that seemed to bring a sense of comfort to Dream, as his eyes fell shut.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He mumbled, leaning into the touch.

“Dream. I need to know who did this to you.”

George spoke softly, almost as if he was afraid to take away that peaceful look Dream had just then from his touch alone.

Yet, he felt desperate to know, to find out. Who the hell did this to him?

Dream opened his eyes, finding George’s gaze,

“How do you know about DreamXD?”

George was taken aback by the question for a split moment, shaking his head faintly,

“Don’t try to change the subject, idiot. Who hurt you, Dream?”

Dream blinked, his gaze lowering for a moment before he looked right at George,

“Quackity.”

George drew a sharp breath.

That was his friend.

Sure, he hadn’t seen him in a really long time. He knew he was up to some business on his own, but.. was he really capable of doing something like this to Dream?

And why?

His lips parted, wanting to refuse to believe it at first. But then… if Dream says it’s Quackity, it has to be him.

He trusts Dream’s word above anyone else’s.

So, he looked up at Dream, a promise behind his words as he spoke,

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Gaze taking in the state of Dream, what his ‘friend’ had done to the man that held his heart.

He could’ve might as well done it to him. Would’ve felt about the same.

Dream gave a faint smile,

“Not if I do it first.”

His gaze shifting between George’s eyes and his lips.

“George…”

He then said, such warmth hugging his name. Uttering it in a way George had thought he’d never get to hear again.

He shut his eyes, basking in it for a moment. Feeling Dream place a hand on his cheek, the touch loving despite the roughness of his skin.

“I’ve missed you so much, George.”

George almost broke right then and there, hearing those words.

Last time he was face to face with Dream like this, he thought he hated him.

All this time, he thought Dream hated him.

He opened his eyes, teary gaze looking up at Dream. Finding his eyes were glossy as well.

George had to tear his gaze from him, gathering himself,

“Do you actually mean that?”

He said quietly, feeling a deep yearning within his own chest in that moment, which he desperately tried to push back. Holding himself back from baring a part of himself that had been dormant for so, so long now.

But god, had he missed him. It ached in him, every bone in his body had yearned for this man for what felt like an eternity at this point. To finally stand here in front of him again felt beyond surreal.

“Of course I mean it.”

Dream mumbled softly, removing a lock of hair from George’s face.

“You never visited me. I waited for you, George.”

He then said, hurt in his voice.

“I didn’t know I could.”

“But you didn’t even try.”

George’s gaze dropped,

“I thought you hated me.”

“What?”

He felt Dream place one finger under his chin, tipping his head back to make him look up at him.

“I could never hate you, George.”

George stared at him, hearing him utter the words he’d wanted to hear so desperately a year ago, as they’d stood out in the woods that night.
Why couldn’t he have said this then?

Hearing it now made his eyes sting, making him shut his eyes as he drew a slightly unsteady breath.

That’s when he felt Dream pull him in for a hug, something that made him relax as he felt those familiar arms wrap around him. Making him feel safe, comforted, protected in ways he hadn’t felt in forever. Dropping the bow and arrow to the ground before hugging Dream back.

“Why would you ever think I hated you?”

Dream asked, words soft yet carrying a faint pain. It probably pained him to hear George had been carrying these beliefs for so long now.

George wet his lips, then pushed his face into Dream’s chest. Mumbling,

“It doesn’t matter.”

George’s heart clenched as he hugged him tighter. One hand grabbing at his clothes as his other pushed into his hair. The length unfamiliar, but the texture was all the same.

It did feel really good, being back in his arms again. Feeling that familiar scent that only he carried, the one that brought him such ease and safety.
Hugging him felt like taking a long, warm shower after a stressful, awful day.

He also felt a sense of relief hearing Dream speak those words. To know he didn’t actually hate him all this time.

He only wished he would’ve told him from the very beginning of all of it.

And he probably should feel mad at Dream, for making him believe such a thing in the first place.

But having him back after missing him for so long washed away all of that anger and frustration the moment it came to the surface. Cause Dream was back. His Dream. The very person who possessed his heart. And he didn’t hate him. Never did.

George exhaled, feeling like he was finally coming home as he hugged him. Except the home was slightly different from when he last saw it, now looking all battered and bruised.

But it was still his home. And he still loved it all the same.

He hugged Dream tighter, unable to hold back the tears that began to stream down his cheeks. Feeling overwhelmed to be reunited with him, after going so long without him. Missing him, for so, so long.

The world had turned so cold and gray without him in it.

“Dream..”

He uttered in a faint sob, feeling Dream bring him even closer. Hug him even tighter.

He then felt Dream press his lips where his shoulder meets his neck, pressing a few warm kisses there that felt like they were being placed by the sun itself.

It made tingles go through George’s body, heat spreading through him. Warming him up as if he’d been walking miles upon miles in a snowstorm, causing his entire body to freeze up.

Now, he’d finally found the sun again. Safety, warmth. His home.

He felt Dream place one hand on his cheek as he pulled back, looking at him for a moment.

“I need to know what you’ve been up to whilst I’ve been gone, George. Who you’ve been with, I need to know all of it.”

Dream mumbled, gaze roaming his face, landing on his lips.

George’s gaze flickered between Dream’s eyes, finding that familiar darkness swirling within them.

“Fine. If you tell me what happened to you in prison.”

George said, watching Dream’s gaze snap up to meet his eyes once more, holding his gaze for a moment.
His gaze then dipped back down to his lips, mumbling,

“Let’s not talk about that right now.”

As he leaned down, capturing George’s lips with his own. Setting fire to his chest, making him feel alive for the first time in… forever.

George’s eyes fell shut, hands going up to grab at Dream, holding onto his steady build as he felt his knees go weak below him. Completely forgetting about what any of them had said just seconds ago, every thought turning into incoherent mush in his brain as the world around them disappeared.

George moaned into the kiss, as it quickly turned needy, almost desperate. The both of them finally getting an outlet for their intense longing for one another.

How he’d missed him. His touch, his lips, his eyes, his voice. Everything about him.

It wasn’t long before Dream parted from the kiss, then pushed George to get onto the grass below them. Something he was quick to do as this type of movement had been something they’d done by pure habit at one point in time.
As soon as he got onto the ground, Dream got on top of him, reconnecting their lips at the same time as he grabbed George’s wrists, pinning them down by the sides of his head.

George felt Dream get in between his parted legs, rolling his hips down as he parted George’s lips with his own. Sticking his tongue into his mouth as he moaned.

A faint sound escaped George’s lips as his hips buckled up to meet Dream’s crotch. His fingers twitching by their captured grip, wanting to touch Dream, have more of him.

Right then Dream let go of one of his wrists, moving his hand down to fumble with their clothing, unbuttoning pants. His movements rushed, matching the way he kissed him. There was so much lost time to make up for, so much he’d held back for so long now.

Once he’d yanked down George’s pants, Dream pulled back, grabbing onto George’s left thigh to push it up. His breathing heavy as he spread his legs wider apart.

George placed his hand on Dream’s shoulder, feeling like he was burning up. Lips parted with heavy breathing as he anticipated Dream’s next move.

Dream then pushed his face into his neck, and George could feel him line himself up between his asscheeks.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve thought about you. About this.”

Dream spoke, words hot against his skin. George pushed his head back, softly hitting the grass below. Feeling Dream start to push inside of him, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

He shut his eyes, his hand moving up to blindly grasp at strands of grass above his head. Welcoming the painful stretch as he kept pushing inside of him without any sort of lubricant or anything else to ease the glide.

But he didn’t care that it hurt, that it made his body feel like he was being torn in half.

Cause it was Dream.

He finally had Dream back, nothing else mattered but that. He’d gladly feel a bit of pain, to be rendered breathless if it meant he got to feel Dream inside of him again.

He wanted to feel that. Wanted to feel all of it.

His nails dug into the dirt as he pushed his head to the side, a choked out moan escaping him as he felt Dream push deeper inside of him. He felt even bigger than what he remembered, somehow. It made him cry out faintly, tears gathering under his eyelids.

He could feel Dream’s quick and shallow breathing against his neck, hot against his skin. One tear slipping past George’s closed eyelid as he felt him thrust in a bit deeper.

“Dream…”

He softly cried, moving his hand to push into his own hair instead in the search of something to grab, to hold onto. Tipping his head back with another moan escaping him.

“George,”

Dream got out, voice sounding strained as he paused for a moment, as if feeling overwhelmed by the whole thing himself.

He’d pushed deep into George, almost fitting his entire length inside of him as he paused to stay there for a moment. A faint,

“Fuck…”

Slipping out from under his breath, brushing against George’s skin.

George pushed the palm of his hand against his forehead as he then felt Dream begin to pull out of him. Having to bite his bottom lip to hold back a cry of pain. It had been so long since they did this, he definitely wasn’t used to the size of him.

As Dream pushed back into him again, he went a bit harder, faster. Something that made George cry out faintly as he reached up to place his hand on Dream’s shoulder. The cold armor steady to hold onto.

“You like that? George?”

Dream asked in a low tone, out of breath. Pulling out of him to repeat the motion.

George gave out a light moan in response, before whining,

“Ah, it’s too big,”

As Dream pushed in a bit harder once more. Fingernails scraping against the cool, steady material of Dream’s armor.

Dream swore under his breath as he listened to George’s words, along with the sounds he gave out. It drove him crazy with want as he kept thrusting in and out of him. Going at a faster, yet slightly uneven pace. One driven by lust, need, desire and a want that was nearing desperation. Fueled by a year of abstinence, longing. A year of yearning for this exact moment.
He’d lost count of how many times he’d thought about it whilst locked up, how he’d yearned for this.

To taste George’s lips once more, to be inside of him. To listen to those absolutely beautiful moans he’d give out, sounding purely pornographic at times.

As he thrusted in a bit deeper, harder, George let out a cry as he grabbed onto his armor, throwing his head back.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby.”

Dream spoke in a low, comforting tone, as George’s hand went up to place at the nape of his neck, another moan slipping past his lips.

“Call out for me, George.”

Dream ordered as he tightened his grip on George’s wrist. Feeling a desperate need to hear more of him.

George cried out softly, moving his hand back to grasp at the grass above his head before moaning,

“Dream, Dream, Dreeam,”

Through quick, shallow breathing.

Dream swore under his breath, one of his hands going up to George’s face as he pulled back to look at him. Grasping at his jaw, pushing his thumb between his lips to press down onto his tongue. Feeling George moan around it as Dream took in the feeling of having him there. Having him be real.

It almost felt like he was dreaming. Pushing in and out of him, listening to how George’s moans grew louder, more high pitched. Quicker, needier, nearing the very edge of his orgasm.

Dream moved his hand down to his throat, placing his fingers around it as he mumbled,

“Look at me, George.”

With one hand trying to grasp at grass straws above his head, George opened his eyes to gaze up at Dream through his lashes.

Dream caught the way he was tearing up from this, causing his grip around his neck to tighten slightly.

George let out a slight choke, lips parting. His gaze glued to Dream with his breathing shallow. Taking in the way Dream was looking down at him. The possessive tint to his gaze, translating in the grasp he held on his neck.

George swallowed hard, something Dream could feel against the palm of his hand, tipping his head back slightly. His heart beating fast and hard as Dream fucked him even harder.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, George.”

Dream mumbled, feeding George’s need for praise, something only he knew of from their many intimate moments like this.

“Taking me so well, looking so pretty. You’re so good for me.”

George let out an airy moan, feeling his face burning up from the praise. Causing Dream to dip down and capture his lips. Still keeping his hand around his throat as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, causing George to moan, his toes curling in his boots.

Dream parted from the kiss, heavy breathing hitting George’s lips as he picked up his speed. Thrusting even deeper into him, the grip on his throat so tight George could barely breathe.

“I almost forgot how amazing this feels. How perfectly I fit inside of you. It’s like you were made to have me inside of you, George.”

Dream spoke, pulling back slightly to look down at George, watching him choke out a moan as he dug his nails into the dirt above his head.

“Say you’re mine, George.”

George swallowed around his tight grip on his throat,

“Dream,”

“Say it, George.”

“I’m yours, Dream.”

He nearly whispered, struggling to speak properly with the way Dream was practically choking him.

Dream let out a huff, hand releasing his grip on his throat to grab his chin, tipping his head back. Pressing his thumb against his bottom lip as George let out another blissful moan.

“Yeah. You’re mine.”

He said under his breath, gaze roaming George’s features.

Dream then moved his hand up to grab George’s hand. Intertwining their fingers as he dipped down to kiss his neck, tracing the place where he’d just held a grip on George’s throat.

As George moaned out,

“Dream..”

Once again, Dream felt a need to to bite down on his skin. A soft cry escaping his own throat as he did so.
He’d missed him so much. He’d missed having him this close, wrecking him slowly in the best way possible.

And as George once again cried out his name so beautifully, Dream felt unable to hold back his orgasm any longer.

He did one final hard thrust, pushing deep into George before staying there. Filling him up with a load that had been held back for over a year. It caused his eyes to tear up as a moan slipped out of him, an immense bliss washing over him that he never wanted to leave. Breathing hot and fast against the bite mark he’d just left on George’s skin.

George felt overwhelmed by the feeling of it, how Dream kept filling him up to the point where he could feel some of it already start to spill out of him.
He’d missed that feeling so much. It made him squeeze tighter around Dream, wanting to keep every drop of his load inside of him. A needy moan slipping out of him as his toes curled from the sensation.

He felt so close himself, giving out a needy whine before practically pleading out,

“Dream- please don’t stop, Dream..”

Dream let go of his grip on George’s hand and wrist, placing his hands next to his head as he began to move again. His breathing hot and heavy as he thrusted into him hard and deep.

George moved his arms up to hug them around Dream, clinging onto him as he felt himself grow closer, needy moans slipping out of him every time Dream would push back into him.

It didn’t take long before George was pushed over the edge, his head tipping back with his mouth falling open from a silent scream. One of his hands grasping at Dream whilst his other moved to cover his own face as he came hard.
Shaking slightly, his strained, high pitched moan with Dream’s name attached to it being absolute music to Dream’s ears.

It took a while for them both to calm down after that. Both breathing heavy, none of them wanting to part from this blissful moment. They’d been apart for so long, it was something neither ever wanted to experience ever again.

And as they laid like that, George turned his head and inhaled the comforting scent he’d missed so much. The scent that no one else but Dream possessed.

That was his home, right there.

He was home.

When Dream finally pulled out, George couldn’t help but give out a needy cry. Never wanting to part from him like that again.

In response to his cries, Dream placed several kisses onto his face. Still staying close, none of them wanting to part from each other.

“George.”

Dream said softly, keeping his lips pressed to George’s forehead.

“I’ve missed this so much.”

George gave a faint nod of agreement, keeping his eyes shut, his hands placed onto Dream’s shoulder pads. The armor cooling against his hot skin.

It was strange. He still felt like Dream, sounded like Dream. Sort of looked just like how he used to. But there was so much that was just different about him now.

Not just did he have all of those scars, there was also something in his eyes. It looked like he’d seen things, been through stuff that he’d perhaps never be able to fully share.

George hoped he would. He wanted to know everything, every little detail of it. Even if it would pain him to listen to, he wanted to hear about it.

He wanted to know what he’d endured this past year as they were apart.

The questions sat resting at the tip of his tongue, a want within him to utter the words and ask him to go through all of it for him. Tell him every single detail of it.

But he held it back. For the moment. Now didn’t feel like the time, it was probably best to wait for a bit, bring it up once they’re in a calm and safe environment.

Once they’d both buttoned up their pants again, Dream pulled back. Looking down at George with loving eyes, one of his hands moving down to run a thumb along his cheek.
He then sighed as he moved his hand to place onto the ground next to George instead, mumbling,

“I have a list.”

George tipped his head back to look at him more properly,

“What list?”

He mumbled softly.

“Of people. It’s the ones I’m seeking out for revenge.”

George’s brows knit slightly,

“Who’s on that list?”

“I think we should start an alliance. You and me. We can take them down together, George.”

“Who’s on the list, Dream?”

“You’ll see if you join me.”

“Join you?”

George echoed.

“Yeah. Like an alliance.”

George huffed,

“I’ll join an alliance with you if you cut your hair.”

He mumbled, reaching up to make a slight mess of the long hair that looked so strange on him. He wanted to grab a blade right then and there and chop it off, make him look like Dream again.

Dream swatted his hand away slightly, fixing his hair.

“I mean it, George. I want to form an alliance with you. I want you by my side as I seek out revenge from these people.”

George’s gaze dropped, feeling a bad feeling creep up along his spine. He’d been here before with Dream. How he’d get these ideas for revenge, and how things needed to be ‘fair’ and ‘equal’. How he goes onto punishing people for their actions, and claims it’s all for the peace of their land.

To make them all one big happy family.

George never understood why he had to result to violence to get these things resolved. Violence only ever leads to more problems. More wars.

“Dream…”

He mumbled, trying to search for the right words. He wanted to be on his side, so so badly. It ached in him to ever go against him, in any way.

But it also ached in him to see every single person he knows turn on Dream from his constant need for revenge, and for making things ‘fair’. For needing control all the time.

“What, George?”

He spoke his name so softly, making it even more difficult for George to speak against him.

He tipped his head slightly to the side, looking up at Dream.

“Maybe… violence isn’t the right way to go from here.”

He felt tense as he spoke the words, worrying it would cause him to lose that warmth within Dream’s eyes. That light he’d missed so, so much.

Dream’s gaze dropped,

“What do you mean? You said it yourself earlier, you want to kill Quackity.”

“Right. He needs to answer for what he’s done to you. But, beyond that, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go around starting another war with people. If you start blowing things up again, I mean.”

He gave a slight shrug, trying to soften his words somewhat. Hoping Dream would see that he’s on his side in this, only wants what’s best for him.

“I’m not gonna… blow things up, George.”

“Then what’s the plan?”

Dream shrugged,

“I’m not gonna tell you what it is if you’re not with me.”

George sighed, gaze roaming Dream’s face. All the scars that had been put there, each and every single one holding a painful memory that George wanted access to. For some reason, it felt like he’d be able to take the pain away from him if he knew the stories behind it.

He knew he had good reason to be angry. To be hurt. To want revenge for what had been done to him.

George just hoped he would be smart about it. Not act in a way that could start up yet another war.

But, perhaps there was bigger chance of that happening if George isn’t by his side.

Perhaps, forming an alliance with him and helping him out can lead to him convincing Dream to not do certain stuff. Perhaps stop him from making really bad mistakes.

It was almost a laughable thought in of itself, since from experience he’d found it’s really hard to change Dream’s mind once he’s set on something.

But, what other choice did he have but to try? It’s either that, or lose him again.

“What do you say, George? Are you with me, or against me?”

George’s gaze shifted between Dream’s eyes, before he he drew a breath with a slight shake to it.

“I’m with you.”

Dream flashed him a beaming smile that made George’s heart ache. One that he’d missed so, so much.

Dream then moved, getting off his body to stand up. Reaching one hand out for George to grab,

“Alright. Then let’s get started.”

.